The Roots — The Anti-Circle

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, I'm the Anti-Circle! On the mad train like a Rain that's Purple, I storm Never comin' twice in one form The Black'll act a fool and I'm gone Crumbs, bust it, pass the popcorn (Yeah) As I kick flavor, behavior abstract, I get recog-nition But I represent no religion or sect So I'm no preacher, but I reach your soul 'cause I'm stronger The younger son of Cassandra Like ganja I grow from the root, like water I flow Could sport either the low or the nappy Afro I still will have the pick 'cause I choose to evict Derelicts on the tip, tryin' to diss the mad skit, busta shit How many licks do it take to make a fake Realize that he can't shake, bake or penetrate This style I demonstrate on a regular Basis and face that he ain't no competitor? I said it a second ago, yo, I'm the Anti-Circle with the mad style Crushin' any mental that be fragile You don't wanna see me get like agile Rippin' up the scene, screamin' like I was a bad child Black Thought, so hip that I'm square The rhythm that you hear is from the kids right over there The Rubber Band and ?uestion just one step away Yesterday was a day away, attention you should pay today To The Roots, stickin', boot kickin' with flippa I lift the party up and y'all get down like a zipper The mista hippa flippa kid The one who digs the music and be hurtin' a Rhythm when I get Anti-Circular [Hook] Square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square, y'all From the square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square From the square to the circle to the square [Verse 2: Black Thought] What you spot up with ya beepers is the creeper Stompin' on the ground, smokin' a quarter pound reefer Mr. Five Finger lead singer, noise maker Number one, run, umm, rush, now you must hush! I crush trail mix with the sandal Five Fingers keep a candlestick lit when I vandalize Can't see what I is or will be Only what I was 'cause I crush an MC (Like Rakim, G) I'm dandy, happy-go-lucky, don't touch me, don't play me 'Cause I'm not the right one, baby, yeah! Crazy off-key, never talk softly Blacker than a bean, still I never sweat coffee The fourth be followin' the third, word, second after first Yo, never rehearse a verse that I'm freestylin' 'Cause my verse is diverse, I'm Mr. Versatilin' Things are easier with oooh, child and ya smilin' Because you dig the way that I deliver And give a style, flowin' like I was the Nile River, you shiver 'Cause I'm cooler than the coolest, act a fool, it's like a habit So yo, this trick is for the rabbit I grab it and snatch it, inspect it like Gadget I works the magic, the mic, I must have it How many kids does the pin on the vibe Tribe Members do decide to stand around at the sit down? (Get down!) Ain't ya know I'm quick to rip a kid down? Aim to put wack rappers in containers with the lid down So I seal it, can you feel it? Many contacts is caught On a mad train, the Black Thought [Hook x2]